The only thing that a dingo has stolen from me has been a six pack of beer mate.

DAMNIT! That's even worse.

Well... it's okay, here we have the ñandús!

Look at that face, he's saying "I'm gonna eat your soul, you son of a bitch".

One of my dad's friends used to have a house in the south of the country when I was a little kid, and those bastards used to steal the food.
The worst thing was, they weren't wild animals, they were from a neighbor who had a "Ñandu farm".

I'm pretty sure they were trained to steal things. A ñandu army... I think that's my new dream.

Ah, appeal moderation? Wanna know what appeal moderation did to me?
LOOK AT ME!
LOOK AT ME, BOY! THESE ARE THE SCARS OF APPEAL MODERATION!
Take a good long stare, you know you want to.
You're not even man enough to look at my face.